Long ago and far away in a country in East Africa lived a missionary. This was before the days of modern means of travel. To get from one place to another meant to go by ox cart, boat, or on foot. Most of his travel to inspect the various mission projects was on foot. His travels had for the most part been uneventful; but just in case there might come the day in which he encountered a man-eating lion, he always took the precaution of carrying a large caliber hunting rifle.

One day he was walking down a path in the bush. There was tall elephant grass on both sides of the path. Suddenly he came face-to-face with a man-eating lion. Instantly the missionary raised his rifle to fire. Just as he pulled the trigger, the lion sprang toward him. The bullet missed its mark, but fortunately for the man the lion had miscalculated and over jumped his target. The missionary ran away and arrived at the mission stations safe but thoroughly frightened.

Thoroughly disgunsted with his poor aim, he decided he would not risk that happening again. So the next day found him over to one side of the mission station with a target and a box of shells. As he practiced, he became more and more confident of his marksmanship. What had happened the day before would not happen again.

Soon he began to hear what sounded like a commotion coming out of the jungle some yards from where he was practicing. He tried to ignore whatever it was. But soon his curiosity overcame him. Walking a few dozen yards, and parting the high grass, what did he see but the same lion practicing shorter jumps.

As Christian men, we are being hunted. We must be careful not to become complacent. I am reminded of another text in I Corinthians 10: 12, which says that we must take heed when we think we are standing, lest we fall.